Right when the weight of their assessing stares was getting next level uncomfortable, my palm reader buzzed against my wrist with an incoming call, and I sighed in relief. "Thank fuck," I muttered under my breath, checking the caller before clickinganswer call.
"Hey girl," I said, turning away from the delicious meals lying in my bed. "What's up?"
"What's up?" she snapped back, her voice carrying through the room, seeing as I'd answered on loudspeaker. "What's up withyou, dirty bitch? I've been trying to get hold of you all morning, and neither Jordan or Rafe were in their rooms. Know anything about that?"
"Uh..." I couldn't help myself; I shot a look at the two of them. Damn them straight to hell, they just looked casual as shit, grinning at me all smug-like. "Wait, all morning? What time is it?"
"Almost one," she replied, and the background noise sounded like she was in the dining room. "Want me to grab you some food to go? Alex is here with a face like a smacked ass, so Idon'trecommend coming down yourself."
"Shit," I cursed, running a hand over my loose braid and tugging the end anxiously. Mattie and I had hair and makeup appointments in less than half an hour, and I still had no idea what I was wearing for the Spring Ball. Mattie swore she had it all taken care of, and I was sure she did. But I still wanted to have some idea whether to prepare for a pink meringue dress or not.
Mattie just laughed and said something about bringing me coffee before ending the call, and I whirled around to glare at my bodyguards.
"Did you know what time it was?" I demanded, uncertain which of them I should be glaring at harder.
Neither of them looked shocked, so I was going to assume they did. Bastards.
"You slept well, though, didn't you?" Jordan pointed out with a yawn. "And so did we."
Exasperated, I threw my hands in the air, mentally tallying all the things I needed to do. "Mattie's on her way," I told them. "Let her in when she gets here?"
Without waiting for them to agree, I scurried my ass into the bathroom and closed the door tightly behind me. If I were being totally honest, the biggest reason for my frayed nerves was still in my bedroom. Both of them. But that was an issue for future Violet to deal with.
We had a ball to prepare for, and—regretfully—I had my ex-boyfriend's parents to meet.
Chapter 34
"You look stunning," Mattie breathed, her eyes wide as I turned to face her. The hair and makeup artists had just finished, and I had to admit... they’d done an incredible job. My dress was purple, a deep, rich color that reminded me of berries. It was tight at the top, the material crossing over my body with a single shoulder strap. And the skirt, it was full and puffy. Proper princess mode.
“How did you get it to fit so perfectly?” I asked, twirling and admiring myself like a proper narcissist. I mean, legit, if there was one moment you needed to be self-focused, it was when dressed like a freaking supermodel.
“I measured you while you were asleep,” she replied casually.
I stopped twirling, blinking at her. “I mean, that’s…”
“Creative? Ingenious?”
“Creepy,” I said with a snort of laughter. “Super fucking creepy, but I can’t complain about the end result.”
Mattie shrugged like she didn’t really care about the creep factor of her actions, then grinned. “In all seriousness, you don’t sleep long or soundly enough for me to try anything like that. I stole one of your dresses, and the designer worked from that.”
That did make more sense. Especially recently.
“You did pretty good with your dress as well,” I said with fake casualness. “I mean, if you’re into that whole glamor queen, goddess, dropped-from-the-heavens sort of look.”
Mattie wore gold, the sort of shimmery gold that caught and held the eye without need for any further adornment. Unlike mine, hers didn’t have a full skirt; instead it was slimline, skimming and holding to her body and showcasing her very impressive assets. It was low cut in the front, tits way out for the world to see, and to make it even more intense, was equally low cut in the back.
If byequally, I meantright down to the top of her ass.
Her hair was dead straight, her eyes winged like motherfuckers, and with gold shimmer on every inch of exposed skin, one might think a literal goddess had been dropped in their midst.
“This is my favorite designer,” she said with a twirl of her own. “Cami Loren. She is a legit genius, and I won’t wear a gown not by her.”
I looked down at my own. “Is mine by her too?”
Mattie looked at me like I was insane. “Uh, yes. That’s why it’s so fucking bangin’”
There was a knock on the door then, and I jumped because I’d sort of forgotten that the real world was waiting out there and that Mattie and I hadn’t just spent hours being plucked, prodded, made up and dressed so we could stand around her room and admire ourselves.
